Introduction

Out of Sync began as a simple experiment with multiple exposure on Lomography LomoChrome Purple film.

I’ve always found colour-shifting film can easily become the subject itself—greens turning purple, the familiar made strange. This time, I wanted to move away from that and focus on something quieter.

By layering moments within the same frame, I started to notice small misalignments—movements that didn’t quite match, pauses that lingered a little longer than expected. The images became less about what was happening, and more about how it felt.

Across different spaces, these photographs sit somewhere between stillness and motion—moments continuing, but not always in sync.

I — The Other Way

A man sits alone on the platform, waiting for a train heading away from the city.

Two exposures, moments apart. Not to show action, but to unsettle stillness.

The colour shift stays restrained. Purple settles into the shadows rather than taking over. The figure doesn’t repeat cleanly—he lingers, slightly out of sync.

Less about where he’s going, more about not going where everyone else is.

II — Carried Home

At Southern Cross Station, the day ends in motion. Passengers rise on the escalator, moving together, heading home.

Two exposures overlap the flow—figures stretch, merge, and dissolve. No single subject holds.

No one stands out. No one stops.

Just the quiet, collective motion of leaving.

III — In Still Rooms

Inside the quiet galleries of the National Gallery of Victoria, movement slows.

Visitors stand with the work—absorbing, reflecting.

Figures soften into the space through layered exposures, settling rather than separating.

Nothing demands attention.

Just the act of looking.

IV — Framed Within

At the Block Arcade, the space is already composed—light, detail, ornament.

A creator steps in, shaping her own version of it.

Her movements echo through the frame, layered into the architecture.

Not just being in the space.

But turning it into something to be seen.

V — Holding Still

At the steps of Flinders Street Station, the city moves without pause.

People pass through—arriving, leaving, focused elsewhere.

One man sits, unmoving.

The crowd flows across him in layers, but he remains.

Not waiting.

Just not moving with them.

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